Your body has fifteen permanent marks,
Most of them are tattoos, some of them are scars.

The marks weave a map - each one leading to a different lover,
The scars are the lost battles - broken medals and battered stars.

I navigated my way inside your walls in a subtle manner,
We fought about therapy and misadventure - our hearts never in agreement.

Life has given me a spacebar,
why not control and Delete?
This War is like a Self war,
I'm Fighting myself and we....I and Me is getting cornered by the ESC..
but i have found the word escape
all i wanna do is escape.
but me keeps talking like its too late.

To  know i have to keep a smile on my face is getting really Tab and Shift just a lot of yelling and then Dip..
if you didn't get my drift.
i'll be the type writer on the lowkey!
God be the hands that control
I don't know me but you know I and Me has given up on myself cause i
keep typing restart.

de to små streger skriger
i mine øjne
havde jeg været forsigtig,
taget hvert skridt på æggeskaller og
tænkt lange tanker,
ville jeg løbe videre ubekymret
i dette sekund og
danse i nattens lys

men nu
nu, har jeg solens stråler
i maven
det smager bittert
som om det ikke passer ind

de lyseblå dråber fra mine øjne
er krystalklare
de skærer i mit sind og
hvisker hvad jeg skal gøre

de hvide vægge er kolde
jeg ser min sorte pedicure og
nu matcher den farven indeni
jeg burde være tom

men
jeg fortsætter i ungdommens
lange baner
jeg tegner blomster på blankt
papir og
jeg smiler samtidig

The feeling of crying for the ones you once loved
It feels like fire stabbing you in the heart
And trying to make everything right
only makes it worse
You know you didn’t do anything wrong
Explaining that, leads to more pain
Pain that never fades away
Even time can’t heal these scars
The darkness is absorbing my happiness
It never stops until there’s nothing left of me
Only a broken heart remains
And there is no hope left to believe in

When my heart needed to be broken,
When others needed to be fixed.

When fear took over my thoughts, When love and lust had to be mixed.

When my memories started to fade,
When afternoons needed to be drowned in whiskey.

When waves of jealousy kissed the shore,
When continuing our adventure was way too risky.

You showed up just in time.

The Sunni minority were marginalized

Sectarian killings were commonplace
In 2012 alone,
There were more than 1,600 deaths

The interviewer talked to a motorcycle gang
They said they wanted freedom

But some said they missed the way things were
Under Saddam Hussein
Some would trade the freedom they had
For the stability of Hussein's regime

The Shiah cleric
Says there is an assault on Iraq
Exemplified by the copying of corrupt Western culture.

The cleric wanted to eliminate American influence
Of any kind

Checkpoints make getting
Around the city a hassle

Subcultures in Iraq are under attack
Rap, metal, emo, and classical
All are looked down on

Gays are persecuted

The military uses a faulty device
That is supposed to detect bombs
But has been proven not at all effective

The city exists between extremes
There is the religious extreme
And people who want to be westernized
Without understanding what that is

The infrastructure was ruined by the war
Hopefully life will get better
As they continue to rebuild the infrastructuree